I must have been about 18 years old when I first discovered my
attraction to black males. There were some black studs in the
school I attended. In fact, I shared a two-seater desk with
one of them. He was a husky little boy, the color of milk chocolate.

One day we discovered that we could stick our hands inside each others
pants and stroke each other off under the desk without the teacher
even noticing (or so we thought). I wrapped my hand around his thick
young black cock and stroked it over and over again, calling it the…